Mar 6, 2017
[felasass]: [msg]: i'm gonna suck ur dick so hard 2nite [msg]: woops sry wrong draft sent
@felasass
[msg]: What.
[msg]: Wait. Draft? Does that not mean, at some point, you typed that out to me and simply did not press send?
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[felasass]: [msg]: i'm gonna suck ur dick so hard 2nite [msg]: woops sry wrong draft sent
@felasass
[msg]: What.
[msg]: Wait. Draft? Does that not mean, at some point, you typed that out to me and simply did not press send?
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[felasass]: ⁇
Text meme. Send “⁇” for a DRUNK text. @felasass
[Text]: You
[felasass]: ❦
Send a ❦ and my character will describe what they think it would be like to kiss yours @felasass
Oh, you would ask.
Fine, I have not given this much thought, but...
Kissing you would be strange.. yet familiar, still. I imagine.. biting, tongue, and it being unclear who initiated. The kiss itself would either be release to something built up; some romantic scene, or else a spur of the moment impulse. I also imagine your lips are not the softest, dry and broken but you’d use them expertly. /He licks his lips/
Overall, not an entirely regrettable experience..
@felasass, continued from here
Solas rolled his eyes and gave a long, exaggerated sigh. “In earnest, I do not know why I bring you along. I -” He cut himself off as an Elven figure in the distance approached. “Stay sharp. There may be news.” As the figure drew closer, the lines and curls of dark red vallaslin on his face became apparent and as he reached the two of them, he fell to his knees in reverence.
“Eolasos , I’ve a report for you.” The young man said to Solas in a confident voice despite keeping his head lowered to the ground.
“Speak, please.” Solas answered quickly, seemingly unmoved by the display of praise while impatiently gesturing with his hand for the man to continue, though he could not see.
“It went exactly according to your plan. We led Corypheus to your orb.”
“Does he suspect it may be a trap?”
“Unlikely, we were very thorough.”
“Good. Stand, please.”
The man stood hesitantly, and his gaze flickered to Felassan, not daring to look Solas directly in the eyes.
“Have you learned when or where he intends to use it?”
“We believe he intends to strike at the Conclave, and soon. But...Ir abelas, Eolasos, we do not know why or any more than that.”
Solas frowned hard and nodded in careful thought. “Very well. You may go. Thank you.” The man bowed again and quickly took his leave. When they were again alone he turned to Felassan with a trouble look. “If he attempts to open my orb at the Conclave, it will kill everyone in the explosion. Not just him... I was hoping to avoid unnecessary death.”
[felasass]: can i just say, with all sincerity and as a friend who loves you: when the hat clips through your nose, no amount of political shit-stirring can make up for how stupid it makes you look. please burn the hat.
@felasass
You love me?
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// kinda combined 2 of the starter sentances jfsldf // [felasass]: " That sounds ominous; you're rather serious today, hren. "
Victorian Sentence Starters - Accepting @felasass
“We live in a time where most everything seems ominous. It is difficult to be good humored when darkness looms so closely over all our heads. I do not know how you manage it.”
[felasass]: "You're drunk."
Send me ‘you’re drunk!’ for my muse saying something to your muse they normally wouldn’t. ─ @felasass
“Am I? Must be, for you to seem so appealing as you do now.”
[felasass]: "Adore me."
Send “Adore me” for my muse to describe yours sensually. // No longer Accepting─ @felasass
Solas greatly doubted if anyone in the history of their long lives had ever described Felassan as ‘sensual’. A great many words could suite him, but not sensual. Instead, Solas considered alluring to be a much better fit. There was a lot to be taken by. His thoughtful mind, his effortless aloof aspect, and mysterious, unique features. In spite of the lifetimes they’d known each other, and how close they’d gotten, Felassan was still an enigma. He wore nothing on his sleeve aside from impish sarcasm, and strange, unpredictable mannerisms. Solas admired that he could never seem to read him, and yet he knew it was not a pretense, but somehow his genuine self. Whatever it was that stirred within Felassan’s mind and heart, Solas wagered it was largely unknown even to himself.
Unlike Solas, Felassan did not scheme or seem to plan ahead, yet he did not lack foresight. Incredibly wise and intelligent and strategic, but seemed to only live moment by moment. All of these things interested Solas and endeared Felassan to him.
But what he found erotic was that ever-present aura of subtle threat. Everything about him carried it. His earthy voice was laced with it, even when genial. His careful gate and intentional stature teased at a power that was only ever very thinly veiled. And when it was brought to the surface, the sight was... thrilling; enthralling. Those moments, as like in a harrowing fight; When Felassan was angry and exhausted and impassioned and made to fight with such desperate unbridled power─ Oh, if only he could freeze the battle to taste that force; to draw it from his lips; to run his hands down his chest and torso and feel it pulse from his body. Seeing him like that was intoxicating to the point of being dizzying. It was always the slow arrow, whose power was never noticed, that pierced the greatest beasts.